Walkers in the Mist (100 words)


They walked the water's edge when the mist rolled in from the sea. Without fail they stalked along the inaccessible beach. I called down to them, but they did not hear, or chose not answer. Despite being forbidden, or perhaps because it was so, I would watch from my perch on the cliff. That was until the day I fell, and was swallowed by crashing waves.

Despite all I have learned from the dwellers in the deep, I am still bound to the mist, and when we are carried in from the sea, I too must walk the water's edge.